Joni Mitchell - Barangrill Lyrics
Three waitresses all wearingBlack diamond earringsTalking about zombiesAnd singapore slingsNo trouble in their facesNot one anxious voiceNone of the crazy you getFrom too much choiceThe thumb and the satchelOr the rented rolls-royceAnd you think she knows somethingBy the second refillYou think shes enlightenedAs she totals your billYou say show me the wayTo barangrillWell some say its in serviceThey say humble makes pureYoure hoping its near follycause youre headed that way for sureAnd you just have to laughcause its all so crazyAh, her minds on her boyfriendAnd eggs over easyIts just a trick on youHer mirrors and your willSo you ask the truck driverOn the way to the tillBut hes just a slaveTo barangrillThe guy at the gaspumpsHes got a lot of soulHe sings merry christmas for youJust like nat king coleAnd he makes up his own tuneRight on the spotAbout whitewalls and windshieldsAnd this job hes gotAnd you want to get movingAnd you want to stay stillBut lost in the momentSome longing gets filledAnd you even forget to askHey, wheres barangrill?
